#/smooches the blog/ i missed this silly place so much

[lemontwst]

— anonymous asked: Can we get uhhhh male mc topping azul, with a side of breeding kink and extra slutty azul? I just want that octo man begging for nut. Thank you in advance uwu

content warning: m!reader  |  mpreg, heat cycle, (light) degradation, mentions of voyeurism, azul being a needy bitch.

It's funny how some people are so disgustingly stubborn, clinging to their past with bleeding fingers even as the iron grows hotter and hotter under their touch and the chasm stretches deeper under their dangling feet.

Funny how, even as his heat renders him a mindless wreck, panting and shaking with anticipation as you finger his asshole, the only thing Azul can think of is that he won the game.

"Ah….(y/n)......" he quietly calls out to you, clinging to the edges of the table with nervous hands as he feels your long fingers slide in and out.

“That’s enough, I’m ready...” Azul spreads his ass for you in an uncharacteristic display of impatience. Fuck, he just wants you inside him already. He’s waited so long and fought so hard to be the one you fucked through this heat cycle—not Floyd, not Jade, but him, that having his prize so close and yet so far is driving him to the brink of insanity. 

You give his ass a little pinch and he squeals, embarrassment flashing scarlet across his cheeks. He has some nerve giving you orders when he’s the one laying on a table in the middle of his prized bar with his ass spread and his dick leaking. 

He was so impatient he didn’t even let you take him to the bedroom.

“Don’t come crying to me if this hurts, little idiot.” You stare at his cute little hole with mild disinterest on your face. It is stretched, and wet with his saliva, but it doesn’t look like it’s good enough, and you don’t really care about hearing an endless string of whines and complaints once Azul’s crazed brain comes off of whatever high his heat has sent it into and he realizes his ass hurts.

“I won’t, I promise, just—please…!” Azul is on the verge of tears, frustration almost taking his breath away as he struggles to keep himself from drooling like bitch in heat while you slowly take that cock he reveres like it’s a saintly relic out of your pants. You can be so cruel sometimes. So completely heartless in front of his desperate pleas and so enchantingly mean...

“Well…” you’re suddenly hovering over him, your hands on either side of his face and Azul stops breathing entirely. 

“...since you asked so nicely.” 

…

It’s too much. Your handsome smirk and that velvet-like voice, your eyes that burn with nothing but malice and a lust for destroying everything in your path... Azul is so in love, and he knows Jade and Floyd are too, which makes the way your cock teases his entrance that much more satisfying. 

And then you push inside with a single thrust and the pain that suddenly tears him apart is so mind-numbing Azul almost cums on the spot, eyes squeezing shut as he wraps his arms around your neck and locks his ankles behind you, pulling you closer to him until he can feel your strong heartbeat on his.

There’s something to be sad about the way you go slowly at first, like maybe you’re not all bad. Maybe you care about your lover’s well being, and maybe you want to ease him into a sweet, romantic rhythm fit for the kind of sex you’re having, the kind that leads to children being conceived.

But Azul knows better.

He can feel it in the way your hips slooowly pull back until you’re almost out of him, and the way your dick scrapes against his prostate when you slide back inside just as slowly. It’s agonizing. He’s in heat and you’re torturing him, planning to drag this out for as long as you can if it means getting Azul more addicted to you than he already is.

Fuck, he’s in love.

“Ah... please…" he places needy kisses on your ear, cheek and jaw, his slender legs pulling you closer to him but it's still not close enough—he doesn't have enough limbs to hug you properly so he greedily tries to keep you in place while he savors the hardness of your cock, "Harder-- do me harder (y/n), please…" 

You chuckle against his pulse point and Azul gasps loudly, frantically arching his body into yours, "Really, Azul? Even when I'm giving you my children?"

Shame pools in his stomach and it's delicious. Not like when he was bullied—no, this is something stronger, more vicious and intimate and it makes Azul blush all over with need.

"I'm—ah! So—sorry I'm a…" he pulls away, shaking so bad he has trouble moving, and looks into your eyes, glasses crooked and eyes blown with lust, "I'm a...useless octopus—slut!" His tongue lolls out when your hips snap back into his hard, his eyes dart to your lips and you know he wants you to kiss him so fucking badly, "I'm your—empty-headed—octopus bitch! Please hurt me more, master! Fuck me harder—please!"

... He's gotten so good at saying it just like you taught him. To think he was so shy at first! With how desperately his dick is throbbing and leaking at his own dirty talk you'd think Azul was born to say stupid, perverted shit like this.

His good behavior is aptly rewarded when you grab his arms hard enough to bruise and slam him down against the table, your thrusts picking up a ruthless rhythm that leaves Azul delirious.

He's a drooling, whimpering mess under you. The mixture of pain and pleasure shatters his consciousness into millions of pieces. It's not seeing stars, it's more. It's feeling everything at once at maximum sensitivity—your powerful, commanding scent, your sweat that drips on him and makes him want to lick it off like a pig, your hard cock that throbs with every heartbeat, lodged so deep in his ass he can feel it hit that special place that needs to be fertilized over and over again...

He's being bred like he was meant to. And it's you. You, you... you you youyouyouyou—

Azul cums with a high pitched whine that echoes across the lounge, loud enough to be heard from outside the room. His body stiffens and arches into you, elated at being pinned down in such a submissive position. His cum splatters against your abdomen and his, the action completely useless to his mother-like biology. His body is not made to give eggs, not even this inferior human shell he carries around.

It's meant to take them.

Azul slumps down, completely boneless. His eyes dazedly find the ceiling as he enjoys the feeling of coming down his high while still being fucked like a whore.

Tiny, delighted moans leave him as you continue to rail him, his tongue sweeps his lower lip as if he's tasting you in his mouth and he does his best to respond to your movements even though he's so utterly exhausted.

"Aah...it's.....coming…..." his eyes go down to where you two are connected and he sighs dreamily, "Shoot it all—inside me… ple—ahn! …..please make me your wife! I'll give you...ah….the best children…way better than Jade or...Floyd's…." He smiles a lewd smile, hearts in his eyes as his body jolts and recoils from the force your thrusts.

It's coming... it's coming….comingcomingcomingcoming—

Azul throws his head back and goes cross-eyed when you finally explode inside him, filling his tight passage to the brim with hot semen. His hole clenches around you instinctively and his entire body shakes with a dry orgasm as the foreign sensation of being impregnated pushes him over the edge again.

Finally...finally—

Azul chokes back a sob, feeling like he just touched the gates of heaven after a grueling climb up purgatory. Tears stream down his face as he shakily touches your forearms, hoping to be blessed with one of your hugs.

And he is blessed today—or maybe a part of you just took pity on him—when you roll your eyes and envelope him in your arms, laying on top of him in that way that makes Azul's submissive body tingle with delight and his legs spread to accommodate you.

...

“... I don’t think...once is enough…” his hug is borderline demanding as he keeps you inside him, making sure not to spill a single drop of your precious genetic material. “We have to...make sure…” he chuckles, the sound airy with exhaustion even as he tries to convince you to fuck him again.

“What if Floyd and Jade walk in?” You smirk against his neck, knowing exactly what he’s going to say next.

“Then let them watch. I won’t let anyone interrupt us.”

... He sounds so pompous and so incredibly possessive you can’t help but laugh.

[javisjeanjacket]

what about jumping on sea god din's back while walking on the beach and tumbling into the sand/surf together? maybe it's a bit silly for him but i just love him your honour 🥺💙

Aaron hellooooo!! ☺️ I apologize for how long this took, but thank you for requesting all the same! I LOVE HIM TOOOO 😭🌊

Warnings: soft Din (hahaha Aaron I had to), reader goes swimming, plays with sea turtles, there’s a smooch at the end :)))

You heart pounded against the meat of your throat, heavy and red hot with anticipation. You closed the car door behind you and fidgeted with your keys as you scanned the shoreline for the familiar outline of your beloved.

The sun setting across the rippling blue water cast a warm glow over the beach and it's happy inhabitants.

You were unable to see Din from where you stood in the parking lot and with another glance at the time on your phone, you started down the rickety stairs to the beach itself. 

People were swarming the shoreline due to the nice weather and a wave of hopelessness crashed into you unexpectedly.

Had Din forgotten? Had he gotten sick of coming all the way back up to the surface again and again? Had it all been some cruel act of god? 

Your eyes scanned back and forth over the bustling beach as you exchanged "Sorry" and "Excuse me" with the beach-goers pushing past you.

And then, in the midst of a crowd of people, you saw him. 

He stood looking out over his waves; hands stuffed in his shorts and the wind whipping through his hoodie. 

Your heart clenched so tight it almost shattered inside your chest at the sight of him. The fragility of your time together and how precious the sea god was to you was enough to set your body trembling. Your heart clawing at your chest, desperate to be intertwined in his once more, pushed you across the beach and to him. 

"Din!" You called as you through the crowd towards him. 

He turned from the sea and his face beamed upon seeing you. "Hi Pearl." He called back. His hair curled behind his ear and flipped out at the nape of his neck. 

When you reached him, you couldn't help but to fling yourself at him. Your arms wrapped around his neck and your face buried in his chest.

The sea god sighed happily and you felt it under your cheek. He reached up to cup the back of your head with his hand and pressed sweet, tight-lipped kisses to your hairline. 

Heat rose in your chest and you grabbed his face in your hands, pulling the tender heart and the severe mouth of the god to yours. 

You allowed your eyes to flutter closed; to soak in the warmth of the sun and the water washing over your feet and of the man holding you in his arms.

"I missed you Din." You sighed, a burden in your lifted at your words.

He took one of your hands from his sides and brought it to his lips. His eyes met yours and you watched with bated breath as he placed quiet, adoring kisses to each of your knuckles. "I missed you too, my love." 

He was wanting and desperate, eager to somehow wrench all the time he had lost from the hiding spots in your soul. His eyebrows tensed on his face and his mustache tickled against your skin. His hands ventured to your waist and he wrapped them tightly around you, pulling you flush to him. His lips began to work faster now, pausing their work on your lips to trail over to the line of your jaw. 

Suddenly, Din pulled away from you and looked out over the oncoming waves. He turned back to you with a sly smile. "Pearl, do you trust me?"

The wind began to whip quicker and quicker over the beach and the waves pooling at your ankles began to crash harder and harder into you.

You smirked and tangled a hand into his curls as the sun bathed the both of you in warmth. 

You smiled up at him and nodded, "Of course." 

Din's lips parted and he replied, "Good." He took your hands in his and walked backwards into the water.

"For wha-" You began but were cut off by the wave Din had been watching crashing into the both of you.

"What are we doing?" You asked, giddiness and anxiety building in your chest.

"You'll see." Din answered. He looked back over his shoulder once more to watch the building wave heading for the two of you, then pulled you so that your back met his chest. He wrapped two strong arms around your torso. "Ready?" He whispered, his face tucked into your neck.

You scarcely had time to hold your breath before you were overwhelmed with water. 

If not for Din's arms around you and the waves moving around him, you would have been tossed and thrown by the ocean's power. 

You were about to start kicking Din for tricking you into getting soaked when you noticed an arribada of sea turtles swimming through the wave and hovering around the two of you. The animals moved slowly, enjoying the cresting waves and the warmth of the water. 

You let out a joyful shriek behind your closed lips, sending bubbles up to the surface.

Din beamed at you, the water around him moving and transforming to create a three-pronged crown for his head, but leaving his swim trunks in tact. 

You smiled back at him and closed your eyes as he swam to you.

He laid a hand on your neck and kissed you once more, his lips giving life to your lungs and a rush of air that didn't burn when you held it in. He pulled away from your lips and ticked his head in the direction of the turtles. 

You followed him obediently, a grin plastered over your closed lips. 

Din directed the turtles in a way unseen, asking them to swim towards you.

Happiness blossomed in your chest and you reached a cautious hand out to run along one of the turtle's shells. You smiled at Din, his arms folded and a smirk on his face. You squeezed his bicep as a wordless 'Thank you.' and watched the turtles again as a baby turtle swam near to you. It tucked it's neck under your chin and the tiny shell tickled your cheek. 

You snickered and bubbles escaped your nose. 

After a few moments with the turtles passed, Din let them go and took your hands in his. He pulled you with him through the deeper water and back towards the shore. Once he could stand, he did and you followed suit.

The two of you emerged from the water, Din's crown dissolving back into water and falling down to create the hoodie you always saw him in. 

The chill of the water and the heaviness of the your soaked clothes began to lessen as you approached a more secluded part of the shoreline; the fabrics drying through some unseen power. 

Din turned to watch the other people on the beach marvel at the turtles so close to the shallow water and watching him watch them; being able to see his thoughtfulness so clearly yanked at your heartstrings and you jumped on his back from behind. 

"Oof!" He exclaimed with a smile.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed kisses to the back of his neck. "You're so good, Din. I don't know what I did to deserve you." You whispered.

The sea god swallowed and pulled your legs around his torso, his hands creating a little seat for your thighs. "No, Pearl, it's I who don't deserve you."

You squeezed his sides with your legs as a mismatched hug and he chuckled.

 "Get over here." He laughed, playfully dropping you to the sand and moving his body on top of yours, his knees against your rib cage and his palms in the sand beside your ears. He leaned down to kiss you, his mouth lingering on yours and pulling at your lips slowly. He wanted to drink as much of you down as he could, to keep the feeling of you with him for every moment he would be away and to give warmth to the lonely depths of his heart. 

DIN TAGLIST: @mndalorians @supernovafeather @hoodedbirdie @insideafictionaluniverse @kirstendm66 @artsymaddie @wasicskosgirl @lostgirlheather @jedi-mando @edencherries @buckysalefty @shayna-winchester @happy-beeeps @alwritey-aphrodite  @mando-writings @okilover02 @demigod-dragonrider-schoolidol @mrschiltoncat @niall2017 @darnitdraco @rougeskywalker @jenrebloggingfics @petersunderoos96 @softdin @yoditorian @empress-palpat1ne @knivesareout @princess76179 @coldlilheart 

GENERAL TAGLIST: @over300books @autumnleaves1991-blog @phoenixhalliwell  @ntlmundy @myheart-pedro @intu-witch-tion @frietiemeloen @greeneyedblondie44 @mssbridgerton @amneris21 @disasterhann @mamacitapascal 

DEEPWATER TAGLIST: @mitchi-c @insomniamamma @1800-fight-me @grogusmum @littlemissoblivious 

[naturaldisasterfanfiction]

18.

I have decided to let Chris stay in bed with me but I said to him that we not having sex until we have private time, I still feel a little on edge about Royalty being around, she is a great girl but I feel she is a little standoffish with me, like she will speak to me in a big group, on her own she runs off, she speak to Mel more then me but I am not going to push her to speak to me, I will not get in her way with this because she needs to do it, as an adult I can’t push her with this. I am just trying to be a good person; I want her to like me of course. But this is the first night since Royalty being here that Chris has stayed in bed with me, I had to let him stay with me because he wasn’t sleeping well on the couch, and she seems to sleep well actually so it’s ok I guess but me on the other hand. I am sleeping like shit, as the baby grows my back gets worse so there is that. I did think Chris was going to be humping me, but he fell asleep straight away, he just knocked out asleep, then I couldn’t complain about my back to him but here I am awake. Now I am the one going downstairs “and what are you doing here?” I said a little shocked seeing Dennis awake “thinking and preparing, I am sending off the images I took for the Fenty Beauty range. Also I can’t sleep, how is the boss lady? The night is young still” I groaned out as I sat down “my back is playing up; she is playing up. So how is the little blog thing coming along, do you have a lot of footage already?” I asked, we might as well discuss “I have a lot, I am annoyed with myself because the camera is shaking because of me laughing, I wanted it to be authentic and I am just messing it up but it’s good, lots of footage already. I am trying to stay out of the way too. Also I was collating the footage and I caught on when you all was playing Pictionary, but because emotions were high and everyone was getting excited for the end when Chris was being Chris drawing, I caught Royalty tapping you on the shoulder like Rihanna, Rihanna. I was like what a cutie, I will be adding that” I cooed out “you think I am step mother worthy? Do you think I am?” I do doubt myself “you are worthy of anything, stop it” Dennis said, I sighed out because I just think I could be doing wrong.

I thought I would call my mother, see how she is while I am in Mexico “sorry Robz, I was in the bathroom. Baby how are you?” smiling wide hearing my mother’ voice “I miss you so much mommy, how is the family? Everybody ok?” I asked “no, it’s about you. How is my grandchild? I can’t wait to see you, how long till you leave for London? I want to go now” I chuckled “I know mom, soon. Just need more time to relax, my back is hurting too. I want to ask mom; you know Chris has other kids. I am like the third baby mother, like how do I handle the other kids, should I be involved or leave it? How would you do it mom?” I like to know actually; my parents aren’t together so my mom don’t fuck with those step kids but I will be with Chris “you love him so you love them kids Robyn, you want a happy home so you create that. Don’t sound so upset when you say third baby mother Robyn, this your first and it’s a special baby to you. You know what you been through Robyn so make it different, babies are a blessing no matter the mother and you know this. You should be asleep, why are you awake thinking these things? Jahleel should massage your back” I laughed, I would never trust his ass to do that “Chris is here, he will do it mom, but I will be a good step mother right?” I have to just make sure “Robyn, yes!” my mother said in a stern tone, that means she means that shit and I don’t ask again.

Third day running, I am doing breakfast again. I am turning into a housewife I must say “I have noticed though; I have not seen Chris stop smiling throughout this time here. Chris is so damn happy; I wish I could release some of these images and videos because they are so cute. It’s nice to see such happiness” watching Dennis walk over to me “really? I can’t wait to see the end product; I think I am just nervous about a lot. I have been put down a lot about my life choices. I am just a childless single woman, shit is wild but now that I am a mother to be, I am now the selfish mother that had a child with no father and it’s just shit like that, shit I read and I just get fed up” Dennis face dropped “you been reading the blogs again, I know they are being rude but they don’t know” Dennis put his arm around me “then they will say Rihanna went back to her abuser and had his baby, how dare you do that. I have been living under their rules, what about me? I can’t fucking win, I shouldn’t read it but I did. Why can’t people just be happy, I have to hide? Why should I hide, I have to protect Chris and me, maybe my daughter. I am running because of this, I am having to find places where I can live good, I am just having a meltdown” I sighed out “stop it” Dennis rubbed my back “keep rubbing, I am enjoying that” I said laughing “well we all have some type of meltdown, it’s good to have it. You are the greatest person I know; I have met so many people in my lifetime but you, you have a special place in my heart. You are such a good person and it does get you down when people don’t have the same energy, I know people won’t be happy for you, they never are but we are” Dennis kissed the top of my head “I love you” he is so sweet to me “I can’t wait for my daughter to be here, I am going to be so overprotective of her, she will hate me” I chuckled.

I had my meltdown; I just get fed up sometimes. I want happiness for us in my home, just eventually we will get that shit “little menace is awake, you have turned this home upside down. Hello” looking behind me, Royalty is awake, but I didn’t say anything, I smiled but she is still shy with me “I am not trouble!” Royalty didn’t just walk around to sit down, she climbed onto the couch and then ran towards Dennis “what you doing?” is she always this hyper when she wakes up “I am currently doing my work for Rihanna for her lingerie, look” I don’t know what Dennis is showing her “it’s big” she said “Rihanna’ bump is getting very big yes, so what are you doing now?” Dennis questioned her “where is my dad?” Dennis pointed at me “she knows where he is, go and ask her” Royalty’ face became ever so small and then smiled but then looked away “he is in bed asleep, you can go in there if you like” Royalty shook her head “you don’t need to be shy with me, just see me as Robyn. Once you see that then it will be better for you” Royalty giggled and then climbed back over the couch “she is Chris’ child, totally” nodding my head in agreement “I just hope she warms up to me, I am not that bad” I hope she does.

I can hear Royalty running around the place, only god knows what she is doing “I tried to find dad and I can’t so” she jumped over the couch again “I will wait here, where is he?” she asked “in my bedroom, it’s the main room. Once you get at the top of the steps, turn left” Royalty nodded her head “he was in bed with Rihanna?” I laughed “well when you put it like that, just honestly. Call me Robyn, I prefer that. It will make you feel better to talk to me that way” she looks so nervous to talk to me “you want me to take you to him?” I gestured, she may just want him “no, my dad is supposed to take me on a date. He promised but I think he forgot” letting out an oh “I can imagine he forgot, you know your dad, he is forgetful. Do you want me to remind him?” Chris is useless he will have forgotten “but he should remember, it’s not nice to break promises. My dad only sees me because of you, and I don’t think it is a bad thing but it’s not nice to break promises. It upsets me, he also said it to me. Well I heard him say that he said I do it for Robyn. And then I heard you both talking, but he doesn’t do it because he wants too. But I still love my dad, he is fun” this took a turn “Chris is just forgetful, he means no harm honestly. He just needs reminding” Royalty is not impressed at all “I don’t want to remind him; can I go out like visit places here. Why can’t we go to the beach” well this is not my place to say anything “I can’t go anywhere but you can with everyone else, you want some breakfast? I will make you something, come” I will have to sort Chris out, he is just useless with these things.

Ja kissed my cheek “good morning ladies, come here give me some smooches too” Jahleel leaned down to Royalty and kissed her cheek “awww, smooches for the baby too, let me see” Jahleel is doing the most “can you not! Leave us be” moving his face “anymore waffles?” he asked “no” I laughed “I ate them all Ja!” Royalty spat “aye, you little greedy” I chuckled sitting back on the chair “I like your cooking, it’s weird that you are cooking for me. Do you love my dad lots?” nodding my head “shocking right, I don’t know what I love about him. You think you know why?” Royalty giggled “he’s stupid, is it because he makes you smile?” I laughed “erm, yes I guess it is” I mean his dick does it too but I can’t say that “my dad said you wanted me to come here, is that true?” nodding my head “yes, because I know how much he does love you and I know he would want you here” it’s nice to see Royalty smiling “I went to your concert once, my mom took me. But you ignored me” I laughed out “well I didn’t think I would be in this situation, I also would have ignored your dad, it’s ok boo. But I just want the best for Chris as well as myself. I feel your dad has been looked over, people see him as abrupt, he has no manners and so on but he’s not, he is misunderstood and I have known Chris for years and I think sometimes we are bad for each other, but we are also good for each other. We did stupid things when we were younger, there was a lot of silly things we did” I chuckled “but can I ask” Royalty put her hand up “sure” she is a sweetheart “where have you been, if you love my dad then where did you go?” kids ask the hardest questions “erm, because” I drifted off “because I wasn’t ready, I wasn’t ready for your dad and his life. I wasn’t ready to be a step mother, to take on the things he has in his life. I fell pregnant and just like that I did it, it just shows I was running away from myself and the truth. The love never left us, we would be in the room and we would want to be close to each other. There is a lot of evil in the world and evil was winning, I stopped running from him which people have done a lot so that is why I am here now” Royalty is so bright, she understands everything “he is happy but I am sad at the same time, my mom said that daddy tries his best and I got to wait. Sometimes I wish my dad came to pick me up from school without me knowing or he just comes to my home. I have to go meme home and I don’t want meme and now he won’t be here and I won’t be his only princess because he will have two so I will just be left out, he said he is leaving and he never asked if I would like that but I want him to be happy too. He never came to my daddy daughter dance” I feel so bad, I truly feel she has unloaded her feelings onto me, baby girl is so confused on what she wants and I am just here like what the fuck do I say “people make mistakes Royalty, we are all human and none of us are perfect. Your dad does love you a lot he just hasn’t been given the chance to be the loving dad you deserve; he’s been not in a good place to love himself and you. I can’t speak on things that I wasn’t around for but while I am around I will always try and help him to do better” Royalty nodded her head “I love him lots, because like when he is around me we have so much fun and he is super stupid like me, I like it when people say we are twins”  poking my lower lip out, that excitement in her face “and you both really are” Chris is here finally, but he is on the phone of course.

Chris is not the best dad, I mean I think I can figure that one out myself but I think it’s just nobody gives him that chance to be better, guidance will get him through “did my dad tell you that meme banned me from going to his house?” shaking my head “meme said I couldn’t go because dad has bad things there, and my dad came to meme home and they argued but then my dad said fine you have her” baby girl has a unstable home, I can’t even stop Royalty now because she won’t stop telling me things “that is not nice to hear, adults don’t think of you that are listening. Uhh, Chris where are you going?” he has literally just come down and now he is walking away “oh yeah” Chris walked over and kissed my forehead “no I didn’t ask for that, I will be back. I need to speak to you. Ja, watch Royalty” I pointed, getting up from the chair “walk then” he is still half asleep “this way” grabbing his arm, I don’t know why he was running off “Dennis you look like shit bro” Chris said to him “busy night for me, I mean not in that way” Dennis does look very tired, hearing a thud and I looked ahead of me “Chris, what is wrong with you” he opened the door laughing “I am asleep still, I mean that blunt got to my head too” sliding the door shut behind me “don’t fall in the pool, let’s just sit on the loungers” maybe he needs to not smoke at all anymore.

Sitting down across from him “you slept well then didn’t you, didn’t even wake up once to check on me. I had a backache, but it’s fine. So Royalty is finally talking to me or unloading her troubles to me. What did I tell you about your big mouth? I kept saying to you, Chris stop saying those words to me, she heard you say that you’re doing it for me, that has really upset her now. Ok I get it, you are doing whatever for me, but she doesn’t need to hear it, that hurts her feelings. You know how sad she is but yet she adores you. I have told you, stop it. You speak to me when she is asleep and what is this, why did you miss her daddy and daughter dance? I am angry on her behalf now” Chris doesn’t like being told off, so he is already defensive right now “when was that?” Chris questioned “I don’t know, you should know. She said you missed it, doesn’t matter now. You promised her a daddy daughter date?” Chris squinted his eyes at me “maybe I did to make her happy” I sighed out “right, that is what you don’t do, action it. She said you have forgotten, which you did but you will take her out. She wants to go to the beach; she wants to go out. You take her out and make up for the daddy daughter dance. She doesn’t want gifts, she wants you. Girls do to be honest; I know it from experience, listen to me on this Chris. There is no Meme or whatever that helps you out here, this is on you. The girl is confused, and I need you to make her think this is the right choice. I said I would help you, I am. I am going to dress her up, you’re going to tell her she is pretty and take her out. Act like you remembered too, even if she knows I told you. I know you’re not useless Chris, you’re just lazy with it all because you take the backseat with your kids” Chris actually looks like he has been hard done by “she is telling shit because she knows you will get at me” nodding my head “is this what you going to be like with our daughter?” Chris shook his head, offended that I said that “case closed, they are both your daughters. You are picking and choosing your love, I know you can be good Chris let it happen” I said “this baby is my love child with you Robyn, I don’t know shit I missed out on because I was high as shit, I gave up trying to be a responsible dad even if deep down I wanted to try, there was no reason too when my mom did it all” understanding his issue “fine, it’s not too late Chris, you need to love your kids equally too” Chris just always got to be truthful with his words, sometimes he needs to not because he can hurt her that way.

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*slides in on my heelies* okay quill, gush time. Scream about anything and everything with your f/os. No holding back —Nic

@me-myself-and-my-fos you're so gonna regret giving me this ask but THANK YOU TGTGSHSGS

putting it under a cut bc its just a big gush dump abt literally all my f/os but to anyone who does read it all thank you and srsly i love u so much i hope u know that i would die for u 🥺🥰 💕

// literally like. where do i start my mind is EVERYWHERE and im having a CRISIS i just love them all ?? sm ?? yknow ??

// i think mainly i’ve been thinking abt mon and winn like .... omg. theres this thing mon el does in c*non where he was reading romeo and juliet and underlining lines that reminded him of kara and I WANT HIM TO DO THAT FOR ME SO SO BAD ........... like that is so soft and usually i dont like taking ideas from c*non ships but oh my god that one is so good .......... 💕💕

// i had a not so good dream last night so i was thinking abt winn comforting me after a nightmare ( and not letting me have coffee at like 2 am to keep myself awake bc he wants me to get some sleep ). and him staying up to help me fall asleep again even tho he’s tired. like. wow he would so do that for me 🥺🥺

// winn is just so cute like hes such a good soft boy and hes so awkward but silly and so CUTE like .... he has a very cute face yknow ?? like a puppy ?? i just ???? i adore him i ADORE HIM and every time i see him im like. sir. sir give me a KISS.

// also i cannot stop thinking abt .... reunions with both of them yknow .... bc theyre both in the 31st century rn and it literally does NOT help that cw keeps teasing them coming back this season like i am so impatient let me see my BOYS AND GIVE THEM BIG SMOOCHES !!!!!!!!!!!! 😤😤

// ok OK BUT ALSO OFC after the last supergirl ive been thinking abt brainy but more specifically female brainy like ......... GOD SHES SO PRETTY. LOOK AT HER. 

// wow that is my WIFE RIGHT THERE THAT IS HER MY WIFE A LITERAL GODDESS I LOVE HER SM. shes so badass and stoic too and you already KNOW thats my type just LOOK at kate and jessica. my brain refuses to be on straight activity today i am SO bi. should i make a new tag for her or should i just keep her under brainy’s tag ??? IDK BUT SHES THE GREATEST. pls. marry me

// and speaking of my wife .... like ,,, wow. kate ,,, she is just. i SWEAR 90% of what she did in last nights ep was stand around in her suit but oh my god i love her so much i was in AWE. luke wasn’t on her comms when she went on missions in that episode so i kept imagining myself taking his place ( since hes my brother ) and being in her ear during missions and wow ..... we’re a power couple aren’t we ..... 

// also. she was just standing around letting those teenagers take selfies with her bc she cant say no lmfao shes adorable.

// I’D GUSH ABT ⭐ BUT I LEGIT DONT TRUST MYSELF WITH KEEPING HIM A SECRET BUT KNOW I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AND I SAW HIM YESTERDAY IN A RANDOM AD AND I SQUEALED

// ok ok thinking abt mon again bc he helps so much with my anxiety like ..... i can easily think of so many soft scenarios with him and they really help distract me when i get upset or anxious. i think of so much angst with him too but its GOOD ANGST and it still makes me really happy to think abt if that makes sense ??? i just wanna hug him and be in his arms and have soft domestic moments with him .......................... is that so bad ?? i love him so so much ??? 

// WINN TOO I GET TO SEE EVIL WINN IN THE NEXT EP AND THATS LOWKEY ( HIGHKEY ) SO SO EXCITING .... TOYMAKER WINN OH MY GOD

// its kinda funny that a lot of the time i cant think abt mon without thinking abt winn what does that MEAN

// literally just putting this here bc i started thinking abt female brainy again. miss dox. i’d be so lovestruck the first time i meet her i swear. like. i’d be pining so hard alex would tell me to just go home bc im not getting any work done LMFAO. she is literally the DIRECTOR OF THE DEO WHERE SHES FROM OH MY GOD. she is so powerful and knows it i love her. help.

// yknow .... ive been thinking abt the last ep of crisis and how much more cheerful/happy barry seemed and its just so good to see that again. it feels SO GOOD to see that again. all ive wanted this past like 4 MONTHS is for him to be happy again and its happened finally and gosh i am the big heart eyes @ him because im so happy and proud of him ................. i got lost in pics of him on pinterest this morning i SWEAR hes such a big comfort for me that i just go to him even when i dont need comfort tgbtrhgshg. barry sir i cannot wait to marry you. look how far we’ve come

// tomorrow is a new legends ep and i get new nate content .... like ... i love my historian boy i do not give him enough love but i adore him with all my heart. he’s actually one of my longest kept f/os since i’ve been shipping with him WAY before i even made that blog and i think thats pretty great of us 😤👌 im just hoping he gets a lot of screen time !!!!

// *points to conner and jessica* I DONT HAVE MUCH TO SAY ABT YALL RN BUT I THINK ABT YALL EVERY DAY AND I LOVE YALL SO MUCH AND IM NOT NEGLECTING U I SWEAR

[pllandcompany]

dream on: a new year's eve story

summary: Logan doesn't see what's so magical about New Year's Eve.

warnings: talk of depression, poverty, weight mention, undereating, a smooch, cheerier than it sounds, I promise

tagged: @ziallwarrior @apologieslogan @logansmolbean @crofters-jam @asylia-5911 @ab-artist @band-be-boss-blog @unbefuckinglieveable @flyingfreeyt @thecatchat @thefallendog @backatthebein

notes: I'm waaaay late but I wrote this weeks ago and I thought I hated but then I came across it again today and inspiration actually struck me so I figured I should follow it before it disappears again. Hope you enjoy it!

It was far too cold for Logan Fields to be standing outside on a balcony. However, that was exactly where he found himself tonight against all good judgment. He wrapped his coat tighter around himself as another chilly blast of evening air cut through him, shivering his body down to his skeleton. There was a time when he used to be able to tolerate the cold somewhat but after a recent weight loss, he found himself more sensitive to any decline in temperature. He chuckled wryly at the choice of words that emerged from his turbulent thoughts. Sensitive. Hmm.

Lately, it seemed he was more sensitive to everything. It was an apt description.

The party behind him erupted in a muted crescendo, disturbing the fragile serenity Logan had achieved. Sighing heavily, he stepped closer to the railing, feeling the tiredness creep in with the cold. He checked his watch and frowned with disgust. 10:32. Midnight was only an hour and a half away but to Logan, that was an eternity. He genuinely didn't want to attend this function anyway; in his mind there was nothing to celebrate. Besides, his desire to be alone was only growing stronger by the minute so why was here? Maybe he could just quietly sneak out and head home, ball drop be damned-

"Logan? What are you doing out here?" Logan winced internally at the worried sounding voice behind him. Roman. Of course. How could he possibly sneak out now with the host directly behind him? He turned slowly, plastering a tight smile on his face.

"My apologies for disappearing, Roman, it was merely a bit loud for me. I just came outside to...decompress." Roman seemed to relax considerably, his concerned frown relaxing into a warm smile.

"Oh good. I was worried you might be leaving early."

I was planning on it, he thought almost bitterly. He squinted slightly at Roman's hands, suddenly realizing what he was holding. "Is that a blanket?"

Had the balcony been even just slightly brighter, Logan would have seen the blush that crept onto Roman's face. "Yeah, and I brought tea, too. You...you looked cold." Logan accepted the mug as the writer gently wrapped the soft fleece around his shoulders.

"Oh, well...thank you. It is quite cold."

"Then why were you standing out here so long?" Logan looked up at the velveteen sky sparkling vividly with bright, diamond stars.

"You have quite the view from this balcony. I suppose I became somewhat entranced."

Roman walked over to stand next to Logan, admiring the view for himself. "Ah, yes. This was the element that sold me on this place. I do most of my writing out here when it's warmer." Logan hummed noncommittally, distracted once again by the tornado of thoughts in his head. Roman frowned at the vacant, hollow look in his friend's eyes. He gave him a once over, noting how frail Logan's wrists appeared to be, how dark the circles under his eyes were. He felt his heart break at the obvious state of silent distress his friend appeared to be in.

Well, this just wouldn't do at all.

"What's on your mind, Lo?" Logan visibly tensed up. This was exactly what he was afraid of.

"I was simply considering how silly it is to commemorate the passage of time." He sighed again, a sudden weighed sensation passing over him. "Time, or more accurately, our system to quantify our perception of time marches forward regardless of whether we acknowledge it or not. Celebrating that event is pointless and unnecessary, especially when nothing significant changes in the singular moment of the arrival of a new calendar year."

"Jeez, Specs. Way to harsh a vibe." Logan turned to face a suspicious Roman, eyebrow raised in surprise. Logan offered up a wry smile.

"I apologize, Roman." His face fell considerably. "It's...it's been a rough year." He exhaled shakily, hands gripping the railing as the events of this past year flashed through his mind. The breakup. Getting laid off. Losing his apartment and worst of all, moving back home. Roman placed a soft palm on Logan's back, once again breaking him from his negative spiral.

"You will find another job, Logan. You won't be stuck in your parent's place forever. It will get better."

"Living with my parents is stifling me." His voice was tight with some emotion he couldn't identify. "I feel like a man with no purpose. No direction. I can barely afford to eat, I have no leads for employment and I'm...alone. I have no one and...and no one wants me." And he's crying now, wonderful, leave it to him to cry at a party. Roman didn't even flinch as he pulled Logan in for a tight hug, letting him lean into his embrace without comment. This wasn't the time for teasing; his friend needed him.

"You're not alone, Logan. And you are most certainly not unwanted." Roman pulled back and ever so softly held his friend's face in his warm hands. Logan soaked in the heat for a moment, closing his eyes briefly. It wasn't until he opened them again and saw the passionate gaze Roman was giving him that he understood.

"You...how long?" Roman chuckled nervously.

"A long time. But you weren't single for so long and then the break up happened and I knew you weren't ready to hear it." Logan gasped quietly, heart pounding with nervous elation. The tiniest spike of anxiety surged through his chest as he thought back to the man who left him, the man who told him that he was too cold, too detached, impossible to love, that he was no good for anyone as a lover. Yet here stood the most romantic man Logan knew, an author of several successful novels that detailed the accounts of many a love story with accuracy and passion, this man...wanted him? It couldn't be real.

"Roman, I...I honestly don't know if I'm still not ready or not. This feels like a dream right now and...I need this to be real for me to feel safe. I mean, trust me, I want to move on but..." Logan floundered for his next words briefly until Roman placed a gentle finger on his lips, stilling their babbling stream.

"Shh, hush darling, it's all right. I understand that. Which is why I'm restraining myself from kissing you senseless against this wall. Instead, we're gonna go inside, I'm going to make you more tea and something to eat, and then we're going to watch the ball drop and be happy. Because that's why you celebrate New Year's: to feel happiness. To give yourself over the magic of change and celebrate being alive despite all that's happened to us." A watery chuckle escaped Logan's mouth.

"The magic of change. You can romanticize anything, can't you?"

Roman wiggled his eyebrows. "Would you like to find out?" He gasped, face flushing again in embarrassment. "I didn't mean that how that sounded! Oh God, I'm so sorry, Lo, I don't mean to push you, I swear it-"

"It's quite alright, Roman. I am not offended. You've been waiting a long time, it seems."

"I would wait lifetimes for you, darling." Okay, now Logan was definitely red in the face at that comment. He turned his head and bit his lip, poorly concealing the smile that decided to show up to humilate him further.

"Well, then, maybe we should wait inside? Both of our lifetimes will be very short if we develop hypothermia." Roman smiled fondly at his brilliant friend.

"Lord knows we don't want that." A gentle hand was placed on the small of Logan's back, leading him back to warmth and light. Once the two gentleman stepped inside, they were immediately ushered to the center of the living room by a man with a mop of curly brown hair decorated by a glittery, silver hat with the numbers 2019 illuminated in a flash pattern.

"There you guys are! I was worried sick! You two almost missed the countdown!" Patton brightly chirped as he continued pushing the pair towards the television, where it appeared thag all of the party goers had gathered.

Countdown? Logan wondered. We were out there that long?

Patton grabbed the wrist of a less than sober looking man dressed in all-black down to his own decorated New Year's Eve hat, sans illumination, yanking him close to his side. "You too, Virgil! No one is missing this."

Logan looked over to see Roman looking just as stunned as he was at how an entire hour and a half seemed to fly by as fleeting as a New York minute. It just wasn't possible...was it? Had they really lost themselves in each other that much?

...Ten...nine...eight...

The chanting of the countdown broke into both Roman and Logan's senses and they locked eyes, suddenly feeling unnaturally drawn to one another.

...seven...six...five...

Out of the corner of his eye, Logan could see Patton and his apparent partner Virgil already deep into a passionate kiss, not willing to wait for any proverbial ball drop. Logan felt his pulse quicken once more as he turned back to the towheaded writer, an adoring but patient gaze lighting up his chocolate brown eyes.

...four...three...two...

In a split second, Logan knew what he was going to do.

One.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!"

Roman found himself exceedingly grateful for the deafening cacophony of jubilation in his apartment that exploded at the turn of the new year. The noise made it nearly impossible to hear the squeak that emerged from him the moment Logan's lips pressed against his, cool and inviting. He was simply prepared for a New Year's Eve hug but this? This was his dream coming true in ways he hadn't even imagined. The kiss was brief but heated, both pulling away with pupils blown wide and chests heaving with pants. They stayed there for a moment just drinking each other in, the heat of their passion intoxicating them better than any champagne could. Logan let out another glorious chuckle, his laughter slowly becoming music to Roman's ears.

Maybe there was a little magic in this night after all.

[stylessemantics]

#13: Playing your fingers through their hair while sitting next to them on the couch #49: Giving them a tight hug that makes them lose their breath.

requested by: @adultinginrealtime intended lowercase. 757 words.  feedback please

     traveling always took a toll on Harry. he was the kind to miss home a bit too much back when things started, and though it got better with time he never truly overcame the homesickness, specially when he had someone to come back to. at first it was just his family and a couple of friends that soon turned into a handful, but he didn’t mind the dropping numbers, he cared for the quality of friends more. 

     as time went by he found himself basically landing on your couch. you, one of his closest friends since diapers, and who’s been there through it all, without faltering. he wouldn’t even call you just a friend anymore, you were part of his family. part of his heart. 

     he enjoyed coming back home, coming back to you. it didn’t matter how exhausting the trip was, you always eased his mind and helped the homesickness he felt during the long months. whenever you or anyone of his family members could join him on tour it was like he got a little piece of home with him that he never wanted to say goodbye to, but he had to, with the promise of reuniting again. 

    through the years you had developed somewhat of a routine, because harry was that kind of person, the kind of person that liked security and he claimed that your embrace gave him that – actively setting butterflies free in your tummy. 

     he’d come home and show up and it didn’t matter what you were doing, you had to promise him a movie night as soon as possible, to catch up and just lay on your couch or his, limbs tangled together under layers of blankets, phones forgotten in another room. it all started because you knew he always felt this residual pressure from being on the road, and you offered movies and snacks to distract his mind, while placing his head on your lap and scratching his scalp to lull him to sleep – something that he desperately needed because being on the road often times caused him insomnia.

   it was like a magic spell. the lullaby that was falling onto your lap and letting all of his senses be engulfed by you was his favourite thing, his favourite way to give up all control, with you caring for him and protecting him from stress or any issue. 

   each time he came over, your cuddles and movie nights grew more and more intimate, and soon there was no movie playing, just the two of you sitting comfortably in the living room, wrapped up in each other, neither caring to get up and turn on any lights as the sun fell, your hands on his head, softy caressing the reckless curls as he drew circles and numbers on your hips and lower back. the smaller the couch the better, at least that’s how harry liked it, because he liked your warmth. it was different than any other warmth. the heat you provided was never suffocating and it was always the right temperature no matter the season. you adored these moments with him, caring for him and laying in complete silence or recounting silly tales and anecdotes in hushed tones. 

     it was harry that started making it so personal and up close, but you couldn’t complain. you loved looking at his dimples up close, and counting the small freckles on his cheeks, and seeing his long lashes rest on the apples of his cheeks. and you loved him as well. you loved him so much each reunion felt a bit more meaningful than the last. it didn’t matter if he left for two days now, you'd miss him, so much. 

     and he’d miss you too, so fucking much. 

so much that he didn’t understand at first, but now, as you lay with him, hugging him so tightly he can barely breathe, he decides he wouldn’t mind to go like this, out of air in his lungs but in your embrace. he decides he wants this every time because he misses you always, and you’re too important for him, and the way you always know just how to play with his curls and how to make him giggle in that high pitch he does and he used to hate but you adore. you’re becoming everything to him and he doesn’t mind it one bit. so he reciprocates the tight hug, only this time his lips find yours before he can fully pull back, and the first breath you take in is him. only him and so much of him it’s almost intoxicating.

   but you decide right there, you could go like this. with no air in your lungs but drowned in harry. 

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